Author's Note: This is a story of a blended family and the various combinations that may arise when love and sex arise among the family members. Although I am no legal expert, I believe the story's outcome is entirely plausible. Be warned that the plot takes a while to develop but I hope you feel that it was worth it in the end. Enjoy the telling.
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My name is Adam and this is my tale of incest within my Brady-like family. Let me start out by saying that I am a well-established agent for a major full-service insurance company. For years, I have satisfied my clientele by processing their automobile and homeowner claims promptly and insuring their various concerns.
However, all this changed when my high school sweetheart whom I married while in college, died tragically in an automobile accident. Besides dealing with my grief, I was left to care for our ten-year-old son, Peter, whom my wife and I had right after graduating. While my son struggled with the loss of his loving mother, he was old enough to accept his loss and tough it out. Fortunately, his friends, schoolwork, extracurricular activities, and sports kept him busy so that he wouldn't dwell on her passing. Still, to help Peter, I rearranged my work hours to be there for him and we developed a close father-son relationship.
As for me, I struggled with my own grief and suddenly having to become a single-parent. Simple things such as shopping, cooking, and washing that were second nature to my wife were challenging to me. As the years passed, I noticed that despite being there for him, there were times when Peter needed the gentle feminine touch of a mother, something that I couldn't provide. On top of that, because I was stretched thin with Peter and the house, my insurance business started to suffer from a steadily growing backlog of new accounts and claims. After three years of trying, I finally had to admit that I needed help in my business and placed an advertisement for a receptionist/accounts clerk.
After numerous dismal applicants, I interviewed Debby, a divorcee and mother of two girls, who had just relocated to our town. My first impression of Debby was 'boobs' - bodacious tatas - that preceded her curvaceous five-foot body. Bubbly and engaging, my interviewee was intriguing and downright sexy. A platinum blond with sparkling blue eyes, Debby was an attractive thirty-year-old woman with a great pair of tits (eye-magnets), a trim waist, nice hips, a rounded booty, and shapely legs. Simply put, I was stunned as Debby took my breath away.
"Look, Adam, I'll be straight with you," said Debby with a slight southern accent. "I desperately need a job. My ex-husband was a damn nasty son-of-a-bitch particularly when drunk. He mentally, physically, and sexually molested me...and sadly to say, was physically abusive to my daughters... especially my youngest, Eve. When he was finally convicted of domestic violence and child abuse, I divorced him, and the girls and I relocated to start a new identity and life. I need a job and its benefits for my daughters and me. I believe I have the experience you're looking for - so, what do I have to do to get hired?"
The look and tone that Debby gave me were highly suggestive, and I willingly admitted that a flurry of grossly obscene thoughts flashed through my mind. However, reeling in my perverted urges with a woman I had just met (even though I had to admit that I was definitely attracted to Debby), I sat back and said, "All you have to do is to sign your contract, Debby. You're hired! When can you start?"
With a squeal of utter delight, Debby flung herself out of her chair to crush her large spongy breasts into my face. "You won't regret this, Adam! I'll be more than you ever could imagine! I promise you!"
Deciding to do a "pay forward" with my new employee, I took out my checkbook and promptly wrote her a check for a thousand dollars. "This is a loan to help you and your girls settle down. Take it to the bank down the street and they will cash it for you. If they question you, have them call me."
This brought another shriek of joy and another squashing of her swollen boobs into my chest, followed immediately by a quick kiss on my lips. "Ooh, God, what did I do to deserve a man like you?" That sentiment was finalized with another cock-hardening kiss... something that told me that I had somehow made the right choice.
In the month to follow, Debby proved worth her weight in gold. Her cheerful and personable southern approach to our customers and potential clients did a lot to sell our services, soothe upset feelings, and clarify any confusion. She also proved highly efficient in managing the accounts and before long had eliminated any backlogged issues.
When Peter stopped by the office, Debby utterly and completely charmed him, flattering him as an older attractive woman could while caring for him as if he were her own. My teenage son began dropping by quite often and was thrilled when Debby promised to cheer for him as the junior varsity football halfback or as the starting forward of the JV basketball team.
Debby's girls, Jan and Eve, also stopped by to meet me. Her oldest, Jan, was literally a clone of her mother - attractive, well-developed for her age, and extremely outward-going. She immediately tried to flirt with me, an older man, and could not seem to accept that her efforts were unrequited.
Eve, on the other hand, was friendly but only to the point of what was necessary to be polite. There was something about the way she looked at me at the time that I couldn't quite put my finger on. There was a certain sense of wariness mixed with a hidden assessment of me...a bit unnerving to say the least from one so young.
As enchanting as her girls were, Debby was an unexpected personal delight to me. I didn't realize how much I missed having a special woman in my life until one Saturday when Debby locked the door and put the "Closed" sign in the window so that we could have what was supposed to be an undisturbed lunch.
"Wow, Adam, I give you credit. I don't know many men who could be single-handed raise a young boy, manage a house, and maintain a thriving insurance business. Hmmm, at thirty-six, you'll make some lucky woman a good catch. And to raise all by yourself such a handsome young man as Peter...he'll be a heart-throb to many girls. Here, have another cookie...and don't worry there is enough for you to take home to Peter.
"How old is Peter? Thirteen? How do you like that? He's the same age as my oldest daughter, Jan. I guess they'll be classmates when the school year starts and I hope he will look after her. How old is my other girl? Eve is a year younger than Jan... twelve-years-old."
Having previously told Debby about myself and my son, I asked, "So, tell me about yourself and your girls, Debby?"
